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SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 



BY ELIAS NASON, 

Principal of the Young Ladies' Classical Institute, 

Newburyport. 



BOSTON: 
SAXTON AND PIERCE. 

1842. 






Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1842, 

BYELIAS NAS ON ^ 
in the Clerk's Office of the DistrictCourt of Massachusetts. 



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^ PREFACE. 

In teaching vocal music in his school, the 
Compiler of this work has for a long time felt 
the want of a selection of moral and religious 
songs, adapted to the tastes and circumstances 
of his pupils; — and, as exercises in singing have 
now become very general in our seminaries of 
learning, it is believed that other teachers have 
felt the need of a similar work. 

The Compiler is not aware that any collec- 
tion of sacred songs has hitherto been made 
with special reference to the wants in question ; 
and the design of the present volume is to meet 
the deficiency. 

It is hoped that it may prove acceptable to 
those teachers who have introduced vocal music 
into their course of instruction, and, also, that 
it may have a tendency to promote the interest 
now so generally taken in this most desirable 
and refining branch of education. 



SACRED SONGS. 



FATHER ! THY PATERNAL CARE. 

Tune — See Kingsley^s S. Choir, vol. /, p. 84. 
I Father ! thy paternal care 
Has my guardian been, and guide ; 
Every hallowed wish and prayer 
Has thy hand of love supplied ; 
Thine is every thought of bliss, 
Left by hours and days gone by ; 
Every hope thine offspring is, 
Beaming from futurity. 

I Every sun of splendid ray; 
Every moon that shines serene ; 
Every morn that welcomes day ! 
Every evening's twilight scene ; 
Every hour which wisdom brings ; 
Every incense of thy shrine; 
These — and all life's holiest things. 
And its fairest, — all are thine. 

\ And for all, my hymns shall rise 
Daily to thy gracious throne ; 
Thither let my askmg eyes 
Turn unwearied — Righteous One ! 
Through life's strange vicissitude 
There reposing all my care, 
Trusting still, through ill and good, 
Fixed and cheered and counselled there. 

BOWRING. 



SACRED SONGS FOR 



HYMN YOR THE OPENING OF SCHOOL. 

Tune—*' Edyfield.'' 

1 Suppliant, Id ! thy children bend, 

Father, for thy blessing now ; 
Thou canst teach us, guide, defend ; 
We are weak, Almighty thou. 

2 With the peace thy word imparts, 

Be the taught and teachers blest; 
In our lives, and in our hearts, 
Father, be thy laws impressed. 

3 Pour into each longing mind 

Light and pardon from above ; 
Charity for all our kind, — 
Trusting faith^ and holy love. 

Grey. 



MORNING HYMN. 

Tune—** JVayton.'' 

1 While nature welcomes in the day, 
My heart its earliest vows would pay 
To Him whose care hath kindly kept 
My life from danger while 1 slept. 

2 His genial rays the sun renews ; 

How bright the scene with glittering devvs! 
The blushing flowers more beauteous bloom, 
And breathe more rich their sweet perfume. 

3 So may the Sun of righteousness 

With kindliest beams my bosom bless, N 
Warm into life each heavenly seed, 
To bud and bear some generous deed. 

4 Oh may each day my heart improve, 
Increase my fiiith, my hope, my love. 
And thus its shades around me close 

More wise and holy than 1 rose. Frisbie. 



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SONG OF PRAISE. 

Tune—** Lenox.'' 

1 Ye tribes of Adam join, 

With heav'n and earth and seas, 
And offer notes divine, 
To your Creator's praise. 

Ye holy throng* 

Of angels bright, 

In worlds of light, 

Begin the song. 

2 The shining worlds above, 
In glorious order stand, 
Or in swift courses move, 
By his supreme command. 

He spake the word, 
And all their frame 
From nothing, came, 
To praise the Lord. 

3 Virgins and youths, engage, 
To sound his praise divine, 
While infancy and age 
Their feebler voices join. 

Wide as he reigns. 

His name be sung 

By every tongue, 

In endless strains. Watts, 



SILVER LAKE. 

^ Air—** Silver Lake.' 
1 On thy fair bosom, silver lake ! 
The wild swan spreads his snowy sail. 
And round his breast the ripples break, 
As down he bears before the gale. 



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2 On thy fair bosom, waveless stream ! 
The dipping paddle echoes far, 
And flashes in the moonlight gleam, 
And bright reflects the polar star. 

3 The waves along thy pebbly shore, 

As blows the north wind, heave their foam, 
And curl around the dashing oar, 
As late the boatman hies him home. 

4 How sweet, at set of sun, to view 
Thy golden mirror spreading wide, 
And see the mist of mantling blue 
Float round the distant mountain's side. 

5 On thy fair bosom silver lake I 
O ! I could ever sweep the oar, 
When early birds at morning v/ake, 
And evening tells us toil is o'er. 

PlJRCIVAlr. 



PRAISE THE LORD. 

Tune — ** Perez.^' 

1 Praise the Lord! ye heavens, adore him j 

Praise him, angels in the height ; 
Sun and moon, rejoice before him ; 
Praise him, all ye &tars of light 1 

2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ; 

Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; 
Laws which never can be broken, 
For their guidance he hath made. 

3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ; 

Never shall his promise fail ; 
God hath made his saints victorious, 
Sin and death shall not prevail. 



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Praise the God of our salvation, 
riosts on high his povver proclaim ; 

Heaven and earth, and all creation, 
Praise and magnify his name ! 

DuELijv Coll. 



7 SONG OF THE JEWISH CAPTIVES. 

Tune—" Melton.'' 

1 Along the banks where Babel's current flows, 

Our captive batKls in deep despondence stray- 
ed, 
While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose, 

Her friends, her children, mingled with the 
dead. 

2 The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung, 

When praise employed and mirth inspired the 
lay, 
Jn mournful silence — on the willows hung, 
And growing grief prolonged the tedious day* 

3 Our hard oppressor?, to increase our wo, 

With taunting smiles a song of Z ion claim ; 
Bid sacred prj^iise in strains melodious flow. 
While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's 
name. 

4 But how, in heathen chains, and lands unknov/n, 

Shall Israel's sons a song ofZion raise? — 
O hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne, 
Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise. 

•5 If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name, 
If my cold heart neglect my kindred race, 
Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame: 
IV] y hand shall perish, and my voice shall 
cease. 

Barlow. 



10 SACRED SONGS FOR 

8 UNIVERSAL PRAISE. 

Tune—*' Meribah.'* 

1 Begin, my soul, the exalted lay, 
Let each enraptured thought obey, 

And praise the Almighty's name: 
Lo ! heaven and earth, and seas and skies, 
In one melodious concert rise, 

To swell the inspiring theme. 

2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, 
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker God ; 

Ye thunders, speak his power : 
Lo 1 on the lightning's fiery wing 
in triumph walks the eternal King : 

The astonished vv^orlds adore. 

3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise, 
To join the thunders of the skies, 

Praise him, who bids you roll : — 
His praise in softer notes declare, 
Each whispering breeze of yielding air. 

And breathe it to the soul. 

4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs and sing ; 
Ye feathered warblers of the spring, 

Harmonious anthems raise 
To him who shaped your finer mould, 
Who tipped your glittering wings with gold, 

And tuned your voice to praise. 

5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed, 
Let man, in God's own image made, 

His breath in praise employ ; 
Spread wide his Maker's name around, 
Till heaven shall echo back the sound. 

In songs of holy joy. 

Ogilvie. 



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9 THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD. 

Tune — *' Portuguese Hymn.'^^ 

1 The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know; 

I feed in green pastures, safe folded to rest; 
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow ; 
Restores me when wandering, redeems when 
oppressed. 

2 Through the valley and shadow of death though 

I stray, 
Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear; 
Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay, 
ISTo harm can befall, with my comforter near. 

3 In the midst of affliction my table is spread ; 
With blessings unmeasured my cup runneth o'er; 
With perfume and oil thou annointest my head ; 

O what shall I ask of thy Providence more ? 

4 Let goodness and mercy, my bountiful God, 

Still follow my steps, till I meet thee above ; 
I seek, by the path which my forefathers trod 
Through the land of their sojourn, thy king- 
dom of love. 

Montgomery. 



10 THE VICISSITUDES OF, PROVIDENCE. 
Tune-—" Coventry,'*^ 

1 The gifts indulgent heaven bestows, 

Are variously conveyed ; 
The human mind, like nature, knows 
Alternate light and shade. 

2 While changing aspect all things wear, 

Can we expect to find 
Unclouded sunshine all the year, 
Or constant peace of mind ? 



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3 More gayly smiles the blooming spring, 

When wintry storms are o'er; 
Retreating sorrow thus may bring 
Delight unknown before. 

4 Then mortal ! send thy fears away, 

Nor sink in gloomy care ; 
Though clouds o'erspread the scene to-day, 
To-morrow may be fair. 

Steele. 



11 OH BLEST ART THOU. 

Tune—" Illar' 

1 Oh! blest art thou, whose steps may rove 
Through the green paths of vale and grove^ 
Or, leaving all their charms below, 

Climb the wild mountain's airy brow ; 

2 For man can show thee nought so fair, 
As Nature's varied marvels there ; 
And if thy pure and artless breast 
Can feel their grandeur, thou art bJest I 

3 For thee the stream in beauty flows, 
For thee the gale of summer blows, 
And, in deep glen and wood-walk free, 
Voices of joy still breathe for thee. 

4 But happier far, if then, thy soul 

Can soar to Him who made the whole, 
If to thine eye the simplest flower 
Portray his bounty and his power, 

5 If heaven and earth, with beauty fraught 
Lead to his throne thy raptured thought, 
If there thou knowest his love to read, 
Then, wanderer, thou art blest indeed. 

Mrs. Hemans. 



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12 THE VOICE OF CREATION. 

Tune—'' Aerion.'* 

1 There seems a voice in every gale, 

A tongue in every opening tlower, 
Which tells, O Lord ! the wondrous tale 

Of thy indulgence, love, and power ; 
The birds that rise on quivering wing, 

Appear to hymn their Maker's praise, 
And all the mingling sounds of Spring 

To thee a general paean raise. 

9 And shall my voice, great God, alone 
Be mute midst nature^s loud acclaim ? 
Nor let my heart with answering tor\e 

Breathe forth in praise thy holy name ? 
And nature's debt is small to mine, 

Thou badest her being bounded be, 
But — matchless proof of love divine — 
Thou gav'st immortal life to me. 

Mrs. Opie. 

13 PLEASANT WORDS. 

Air — '' My Early Days.""* 

1 A little word in kindness spoken, 
A motion or a tear, 
Has often healed the heart that's broken, 
And made a friend sincere. 

2 A word — a look — has crush'd to earth, 

Full many a budding flower, 
Which, had a smile but owned its birth. 
Would bless life's darkest hour. 

3 Then deem it not an idle thing, 

A pleasant word to speak ; 
The face you w^ear, the thoughts yon bring, 
A heart may heal or break. 



14 SACRED SONGS FOR 

14 SUMMER EVENING. 

Air — " Harp of the wind.^^ 

1 How fine has the day been, how bright was the 
sun, 
How lovely and joyful the course that he run, 
Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun 

And there followed some droppings of rain ! 
But now the fair Traveller's come to the west, 
His rays all are gold, and his beauties are best ; 
He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest, 
And foretells a bright rising again. 

2;; Just such is the Christian : his course he begins 
Like the sun in a mist, when he mourns for his 



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And melts into tears ; then he breaks out and 
shines, 
And travels his heavenly way; 
But, when he comes nearer to finish his race. 
Like a fine setting sun, he looks richer in grace, 
And gives a sure hope at the end of his days 
Of rising in brighter array ! 

Watts. 

15 OUR DESTINY. 

Tune—" JSTaomi." 

1 Sweet day, so cool, so calm so bright, 

Bridal of earth and sky! 
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; 
For thou, alas 1 must die. 

2 Sweet rose, in air whose odors wave, 

And color charms the eye ! 
Thy root is ever in its grave, 
And thou, alas ! must die. 

3 Sweet Spring, of days and roses made, 

Whx)se charms for ever vie ! 



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Thy days depart, thy roses fade. 
Thou too, alas ! must die. 

4 Be wise then mortal, while you may, 
For swiftly time is flying; 
The thoughtless man, that laughs to-day 
To-morrow will be dying. Herbert. 



16 WATCHMAN ! WHAT OF THE NIGHT ? 

Tune — ** Watchman tell us of the night." 

1 Watchman! tell us of the night, 

What its signs of promise are, — 
Traveller ! o'er yon mountain's height. 

See that glor}'-- beaming star ! — 
Watchman ! does its beauteous ray 

Aught of hope or joy foretell ? — 
Traveller ! yes j it brings the day — 

Promised day of Israel. 

2 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 

Higher yet that star ascends, — 
Traveller ! blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth, its course portends ! — 
Watchman ! will its beams alone 

Gild the spot that gave them birth ? — 
Traveller ! ages are its own. 

See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 

3 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to dawn, — 
Traveller! darkness takes its flight, 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman ! let thy wanderings cease ; 

Hie thee to thy quiet home, — 
Traveller ! lo ! the Prince of Peace, 

Lo ! the son of God is come ! 

BOWRING. 



16 sAcr£d songs for 

17 TEMPERANCE HYMN. 

Air — *' The old oaken Bucket.''* 

1 How clear to my heart are the scenes of my child- 

hood, 
When fond recollection presents to my view, 
The orchard, the meadow, the deep- tangled wild 

wood, 
/ And evhy loved spot which my infancy knew; 
The wide spreading pond and the mill which 
stood near it ; 
The bridge and the rock Vvhere the cataract 
fell, 
The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, 
And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the 
well — 
The old oaken bucket — the iron bound bucket — 
The moss covered bucket that hung in the well. 

2 That moss covered bucket 1 hail as a treasure ; 

For often at noon when return'dfrom the field, 
I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, 

The purest and svveetest that nature could yield, 
How ardent 1 seized it, with hands that were 
glowing, 

And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell, 
And soon, with the emblem of truth overflowing, 
And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well. 

The old oaken bucket — the iron-bound bucket 

The moss-cover'd bucket arose from the well. 

3 Hovv sweet from the green mossy brim to re- 

ceive it. 
As pois'd on the curb, it inclined to my lips, 
Not a full-blushing goblet could tempt me to 
leave it, 
Tho' fiUVl with the nectar that Jupiter sips. 
And now far remov'd from the lov'd situation, 



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The tear of regret will intrusively swell, 
As fancy revisits my father's plantation, 

And sighs for the bucket that hung in the well; 
The old oaken bucket — the iron-bound bucket — 
The nioss-cover'd bucket, which hangs in his 

well. S. VVOODWORTJI. 



18 GOD IS LOVE. 

Air — See Boston S, S. Book, p, 31. 

1 Lo ! the heavens are breaking, 

Pure and bright above ; 
Life and light awaking, 
Murmur '*God is love." 

2 Round yon pine clad mountain^ 

Flows a golden flood : 
Hear the sparkling fountain, 
Whisper " God is good." 

3 See the streamlet bounding, 

Through the vale and wood, 
Hear its ripples sounding, 
31urmur '* God is good." 

4 Music now is ringing, 

Through the shady grove, 
Feathered songsters singing, 
Warble " God is love." 



5 Wake my heart, and springing 
Spread thy wings above, 
Soaring still and singing, 
God is ever good. 



18 SACRED SONGS FOR 

19 THE NIGHTINGALE. 

Tune — See Kingley^s S. Choir vol. /, p. SS. 

1 When twilight's gray and pensive hour 
Brings the low breeze, and shuts the flower, 
And bids the solitary star 

Shine in pale beauty from afar ; 

2 When gathering shades the landscape veil, 
And peasants seek their village-dale, 
And mists from river-wave arise, 

And dew in every blossom lies ; 

3 At that calm hour, so still, so pale, 
Awakes the lonely nightingale ; 
And from a hermitage of shade 
Fills with her voice the forest-glade. 

4 Father in Heaven ! oh ! thus, when day 
With all its cares hath passed away, 
And silent hours waft peace on earth, 
And hush the louder strains of mirth ; 

5 Thus may sweet songs of praise and prayer 
To Thee my spirit's offering bear; 

Yon star, my signal, set on high, 
For vesper-hymns of piety. 

6 So may thy mercy and thy power 
Protect me through the midnight hour ; 
And balmy sleep and visions blest 
Smile on thy servant's bed of rest. 

Mrs. Hemanit^ 



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20 THE AUTUMN EVENING. 

Tune—** Clarendon,'* 

1 Behold the western evening light ! 

It melts in deepening gloom ; 
So calmly christians sink away, 
Descending to the tomb. 

2 The winds breathe low, the withering leaf 

Scarce whispers from the tree ; 
So gently flows the parting breath 
When good men cease to be. 

3 How mildly on the wandering cloud, 

The sunset beam is cast ! 
'Tis like the memory left behind, 
When loved ones breathe their last. 

4 And now, above the dews of night, 

The yellow star appears ; 
So faith springs in the hearts of those 
Whose eyes are bathed in tears. 

5 But soon the morning's happier light 

Its glories shall restore ; 
And eyelids that are sealed in death 
Shall ope to close no more. 

Peabodt. 



21 STAR OF THE EAST. 

Tune—** Folsom,'' 

1 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, 
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid, 
Star of the east, the horizon adorning, 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining^ 
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stalls 

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Angels adore him in slumber reclining, 
Maker and [Monarch, and Savior of all. 

3 Say shall we yield him in costly devotion, 
Odors of Edom, and offerings divine ? 

Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean^, 
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine ? 

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation, 
Vainly w^ith gifts would his favors secure : 
E-icher by far is the heart's adoration. 
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 

Heber. 

23 THE RIVER OF GOD. 

Tune—*' Hamburgh.''' 

1 There is a pure, a peaceful wave, 
That rolls around the throne of love ; 
Whose waters gladden as they lave 
The bright and heavenly shores above. 

2 While sireams wdiich on that tide depend^ 
Steal from those heavenly shores away, 
And on this desert world descend, 

Over our barren land to stray. 

3 The pilgrim faint, and near to sink, 
Beneath his load of earthly wo, 
Refreshed beneath its verdant brink, 
Kejoices in its gentle flov/. 

4 There, oh my soul, do thou repose, 
And hover o'er the hallowed spring 
To drink the crystal wave ; and there, 
To lave thy wounded, weary wing. 

5 it may be that the waft of love 

Some leaves on that pure tide hath driven-^ 



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Which passing from the shores above, 
Hath floated down to us from heaven, 

<3 So shall thy wants and w^oes be healed, 
Hy the blest influence they bring, 
So thy parched lips shall be unsealed, 
Thy Savior's worthy name to sing. 

23 IJ^VITATION TO PRAYER. 

Tune — ** Come ye disconsolate.''^ 

1 Come ye disconsolate, w^here'er you languish; 
Come at the shrine of God, fervently kneel ; 

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your 
anguish ; 
Earth hath no sorrow, that heaven cannot heal, 

2 Joy of the comfortless, light of the straying, 
Hope when all others die, fadeless and pure, 

Here speaks the Comforter, in God's name, saying, 
" Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot cure." 



:2^ ASPIRATION FOR HEAVEN. 

Tune—'' Elliot,'' by MehuL 
1 The bird let loose in eastern skies 
When hastening fondly home, 
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies 

Where idle warblers roam. 
But high she shoots through air and light, 

Above all low delay, 
W^iere nothing earthly bounds her flight, 
Nor shadows dim her way. 

U So grant me, God, from every care 
And stain of passion free. 
Aloft through virtue's purer air 
To h-old my course to thee ; 

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22 SACRED SONGS FOR 

No sin to cloud, no lure to stay 

My soul as home she springs, 
Thy sunshine on her joyful way, 

Thy freedom in her wings. 

25 THE STREAM OF LIFE, 

TtTNE— " JSTorwich^^ 

1 Gently glides the stream of life 
Oft along the flowery vale, 

Or impetuous, down the chfF, 
Rushing roars, when storms assail. 

2 'Tis an ever varied flood. 
Always rolling to its sea. 
Slow, or swift, or mild, or rude. 
Tending to eternity. 

26 THE FOUNT OF GLORY. 

Tune — ** Greenville.** 

1 Far from mortal cares retreating, 

Sordid hopes, and vam desires, 
Here, our willing footsteps meeting, 

Every heart to heaven aspires. 
From the fount of glory beaming, 

Light celestial cheers our eyes ; 
Mercy from above proclaiming 

Peace and pardon from the skies. 

2 Who may share this great salvation ? 

Every pure and humble mind ; 
Every kindred, tongue and nation, 

From the stains of guilt refined. 
Blessings all around bestowing, 

God withholds his care from none, 
Grace and mercy ever flowing 

From the fountain of his throne, 

J. Taylor. 



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27 PARTING SONG. 

Tune— " 7s/e of Beauty.^' 

1 When shall we all meet again ? 
When shall we all meet again ? 
Oft shall glowing hope expire, 
Oft shall wearied love retire, 

Oft shall death and sorrow reign 
Ere we all shall meet again. 

2 Though in distant lands we sigh, 
Parched beneath the hostile sky ; 
Though the deep between us rolls, 
Friendship shall unite our souls ; 

And in fancy's wide domain. 
There shall we all meet again. 

3 When the dreams of life are fled, 
When its wasted lamps are dead, 
When in cold oblivion's shade, 
Beauty, wealth and fame are laid, 

Where immortal spirits reign. 
There may we all meet again ! 



28 GOD IN EVERY THING. 

Tune — '* Rockingham.'*^ 

1 There's nothing bright above, below. 
From tlowers that bloom, to stars that glow, 
But in its light my soul can see 

Some feature, glorious God, of thee. 

2 There's nothing dark, below, above, 
But in its gloom I trace thy love ; 
And meekly wait that moment, w^hen 
Thy touch shall turn all bright again. 

Moore. 



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29 MORNING HYMN. 

Tune — ** Hamburgh,''* 

1 111 sleep's serene oblivion laid, 
I safely passed the silent night ; 
Again 1 see the breaking shade, 
I drink again the morning light. 

2 New-born, I bless the waking hour, 
Once more, with awe, rejoice to be ; 
My conscious soul resumes her power, 
And springs, my guardian God, to thee. 

3 Oh guide me through the various maze, 
My doubtful feet are doomed to tread ; 
And spread thy shield's protecting blaze 
Where dangers press around my head. 

4 A deeper shade shall soon impend, 
A deeper sleep mine eyes oppress ; 
Yet then thy strength shall still defend ; 
Thy goodness still delight to bless. 

5 That deeper shade shall break away, 
That deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes ; 
Thy light shall give eternal day — 

Thy love, the rapture of the skies. 

HaWKES WORTH. 



30 N A T I O N A L H Y M N . 

Tune—*' America.'" 

1 My country ! 'tis of thee, 
Sweet land of liberty, 

Of thee 1 sing. 
Land wher© my fathers died, 
Land of the pilgrim's pride, 
From every mountain side 
Let freedom ring. 



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2 My native country ! thee, 
Land of the noble free, 

Thy name I love. 
I love thy rocks and rills, 
Thy woods and templed hills, 
My heart with rapture thrills 

Like that above. 

3 Let music swell the breeze 
And ring through all the trees 

Sweet freedom's song : 
Let mortal tongues awake, 
Let all that breathe partake, 
Let rocks their silence break, 
The sound prolong. 

4 Our father's God ! to thee 
Author of liberty ! 

To thee we sing, 
Long may our land be bright, 
With freedom's holy light, 
Protect us by thy might, 

Great God, our King ! 

8. F. Smith. 



31 THE SPIRITS OF BLISS. 

Tune — " How cheering the thought.^* 

1 How cheering the thought that the spirits of bliss, 
Will bow their bright wings to a world such as 

this, 
Will leave the sweet joys of the mansions above 
To breath o'er our bosoms some message of love. 

2 They come on the wings of the morning, they 

come, 
Impatient to lead some poor wanderer home, 
Some pilgrim to snatch from this stormy abode, 
And lay him to rest in the arms of his God. 

Cunningham, 



26 SACRED SONGS FOK 

»2 THE LAND OF THE BLEST. 

Air — '* The last link is broken.^^ 
1 The sunset is calm on the face of the deep, 

And bright is the last look of day in the west, 
And broadly the beams of its parting glance sweep/ 
Like the path that conducts ta the land of the 

BLEST. 

All golden and green is the sea, as it flows 
In billows just heaving its tide to the shore, 

And crimson and blue is the sky as it glows 
With colors that tell us that day-light is o'er. 

^ The last line of light is now crossing the sea, 

And the first star is lighting its lamp in the skyj. 
J:t seems that a sweet voice is calling to me, 

Like a bird on that pathway of brightness to fly. 
Far, far, o'er the wave is a green sunny isle. 

Where the last ci^ud of evening now shines in^ 
the west, 
Tis the island that Spring ever woos with her 
smile^ — 

O ! seek it, the bright, happy land of the blesTo- 



33 A FUNERAL HYMN. 

Tune — ** Mount Vernon*^* 

1 Sister thou wast mild and lovely, 
Gentle as the summer breeze, 

' Pleasant as the air of evening. 
When it floats among the trees. 

2 Peaceful be thy silent slumber, 
Peaceful in the grave so low; 
Thou no more wilt join our number. 
Thou no more our songs shalt know. 

3 Dearest sister thou hast left us, 
Here thy loss we deeply feel, 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 27 

15at 'tis God that hath bereft us, 
He can all our sorrows heal. 

4 Yet ngain we hope to meet thee, 
When the day of life is fled; 
Then in heaven with joy to greet thee, 
Where no fare^vell tear is shed. 



34 HEAVEN. 

Air — *' JSear the Lake.'- 

1 Like a dream when one awaketh 

Vanished awa}^, 
Earthly joy the heart forsaketh 

Doomed to decay. 
But when flesh and spirit faileth, 

Heaven grows more dear ; 
And when grief the heart assaileth, 

O, shed no tear ! 

2 Dearest hopes and joys may perish 

Lost in an hour ; 
All the love the heart can cherish 

May lose its power. 
When the storm is gathering o'er thee, 

Do not despair ; 
Heaven can every joy restore thee 

More pure and fair. 

3 Mid thy gloon^nd desolation, 

Whene'er they come, 
For thy peace and consolation 

Think of thy home ; 
There thy joys shall last forever 

Changeless and bright ; 
Clouds shall dim, O never, never. 

That world of light. 

Mrs. Dana. 



SACRED SONGS FOR 



35 THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM. 

Tune—** Cephas.'' 
1 When marshalled on the nightly plain, 
The glittering host bestud the sky, 
One star alone, of all the train, 
Can fix the sinner's wandering eye : 
^ Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, 
From every host, from every glen, 
But one alone the Savior speaks, 

It is the STAR OF BETHLEHEM. 

12 Once on the raging seas I rode. 
The storm w^as loud, the night was dark, 
The ocean yawned, and rudely blowed 
The wind that tossed my foundering bark. 
Deep horror then my vitals froze, 
Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem : 
When suddenly, a star arose. 
It was the star of bethlehem. 

3 It was my guide, my light, my all, 

It bade my dark fore-boding cease, 

And through the storm and danger's thrall, 

It led me to the port of peace. 

Now safely moored, my perils o'er, 

I'll sing, first in nights diadem, 

Forever and forever more, 

The star-— the star of bethlehem. 

White. 



36 E A R L y P I E T Y . 

Tune — ** Miverion.'' 
1 By cool Siloam's shady rill 
How sweet the lily grows ! 
How sweet the breath beneath the hill, 
Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 



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2 Lo, such the youth whose early feet 
The paths of peace have trod ; 
Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, 
Is upward drawn to God ! 

^ By cool Siloam's shady rill 
The lily must decay, 
The rose that blooms beneath the hill 
Must shortly fade away. 

4 And soon, too soon, the wintry hour 

Of man's raaturer age 
Will shake the soul with sorrow's power. 
And stormy passion's rage I 

5 O thou who giv'st us life and breath, 

We seek thy grace alone, 
In childhood, manhood, age and death, 
To keep us still thine own. 



:3T CONTENTMENT. 

Tune—" jYaemiJ' 

1 Father, whatever of earthl}^ bliss 

Thy sovereign will denies, 
Accepted at thy throne of grace, 
Let this petition rise : — 

2 " Give me a calm, a thankful heart, 

From every murmur free, 
The blessings ot thy grace impart 
And make me live to thee. 

3 Oh let the hope that thou art mine 

My life and death attend — • 
Thy presence through my journey shine 
And crown my journey's end." 

Steei*e, 



30 SACKED SONGS FOR 

38 THE INVITATION. 

Air — '' Thou, thou, reigncat, 4'<^-" 

1 Soft, soft, music is stealing, 
Sweet, sweet lingers the strain; 
Loud, loud, now it is pealing, 
Waking the echoes again, 

Yes, yes, yes, yes, 
Waking the echoes again. 

2 Join, join, children of sadness, 
Send, send, sorrow away ; 
Now, now, changing to gladness, 
Warble a beautiful lay, 

Yes, yes, yes, yes, 
Warble a beautiful lay. 

'i Hope, hope, fair and enduring, 
Joy, joy, bright as the day, 
Love, love, heaven ensuring, 
Sweetly invite you away, 

Yes, yes, yes, yes. 
Sweetly invite you away. 

Mrs. Dana. 

39 EVENING. 

Air— «« Go Forget we." 

I Softly now the light of day 
Fades upon our sight away ; 
Free from care, from labor free. 
Lord, we would commune with thee. 

'i Soon for us, the light of day 
Shall forever pass awav ; 
Then from sin and sorrow free, 
Take us. Lord, to dwell with thee. 

Epi8. Coi^L: 



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40 CONSTANT DEVOTION. 

Tune— ♦« Enfield.'" 

1 Before the rosy dawn of day, 

To thee, iny God, I'll sing, 
Awake, my soft and tuneful lyre. 
Awake, each charming string. 

2 Awake, and let the flowing strains 

Glide through the midnight air, 
While high amid the silent orbs, 
The silver moon rolls clear. 

3 So, when the starry night returns, 

Or smiling day renews, 
Thy constant goodness still my soul 
With benefit pursues. 

4 For this, I'll midnight vows to thee 

With early incense bring, 
And, ere the rosy dawn of day, 
Thy lofty praises sing. 



41 TFIE BRIGHT SUN IS RISING. 

Aia — *' Araby's Daughter. 
O, joy to thee, joy to thee, daughter of sorrow ! 
Attune thy sweet voice to a rapturous lay. 
The bright sun is rising to cheer thee to-morrow, 
And night's gloomy darkness is fading away. 
The Friend of the friendless, the life of the dying, 
The joy of the heart broken mourner is he ; 
Now praises for weeping, and gladness for sigh- 
ing. 
And garments of promise he is ofF'ring to thee. 

Come mourners and bathe in the life giving waters, 
Which ever are springing exhaustless and pure, 
Now banish your sorrows Jerusalem's daughters; 



32 SACRED SONGS FOR 

Here peaceful and safe you may dwell evermore. 
Here's beauty and glory, all glory excelling 
The Father's bright image expressed in the Son ! 
All mercy and peace in the Savior is dwelling, 
And they must be blest whom he claims as his own. 

Mrs. Dana. 



42 SUPPORT IN DEATH. 

TuNE--<^ Wicklow.'' 

1 When the vale of death appears, 

Faint and cold this mortal clay, 
Kind Forerunner, soothe my fears, 
Light me through the darksome way ; 
Break the shadows, 
Usher in eternal day. 

2 Upward from this dying state, 

Bid my waiting soul aspire, 
Open thou the crystal gate. 
To thy praise attune my lyre, 
Then triumphant, 
I will join the immortal choir. 

Mrs. Gilbert. 



43 HYMN FOR THE NEW YEAR. 

Tune — " Bentv^nto,^^ 

1 While with ceaseless course, the sun 

Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run, 

Never more to meet us here; 
Fixed ill an eternal state, 

They have done with all below, 
We a little longer wait, 

But how little, none can know. 

2 As the rapid arrow flies, 

Quick the destined mark to find, 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 33 

As the lighting from the skies, 

Darts and leaves no trace behind — 

So our brief and transient days 
Bear us down life's rapid stream, 

Upward, Lord, our spirits raise. 

3 Thanks for mercies past, receive, 

Pardon for our sin's renew, 
Teach us, Lord, by faith to live 

With eternity in view. 
Bless thy word to young and old, 

Fill us with a Savior's love, 
When our life's short race is run, 

May we dwell with thee above. 



44 GO, WHEN THE MORNLNG SHINETH. 

Air — '' *Tis dawn the lark i$ siiiging,** 

1 Go when the morning shineth, 
Go when the moon is brisfht, 
Go when the eve declineth. 

Go in the hush of night. 
Go with a holy feeling, 

Fling earthly thought away, 
And in thy chamber kneeling, 

Do thou in secret pray. 

2 Call those to mind who love thee, 
All who are loved by thee, 

Pray too for those that hate thee. 

If any such there be ; 
Then for thyself in meekness, 

Humbly a blessing claim, 
Joining with each petition, 

Thy great Redeemer's name. 

3 Or if 'tis e'er denied thee 
In solitude to pray, 



54 SACRED SONGS FOR 

Should holy thoughts come o'er thee 
When friends are round th}^ way ; 

Fj''en there the silent breathing, 
Thy spirit raised above, 

Will reach his throne of glory. 
Where he presides with love. 

4 Oh ! not a joy or blessing 
With this can we compare. 
He gave the power within us 

That we might live with prayer ! ' 
Whene'er thou pin'st in sadness, 

Down at his footstool fall, 
Call to thy mind with gladness 

His love who s'ave thee all. 



45 T R U E H A P P I N E S S . 

Tune—** Ariel.'' 

1 If solid happiness we prize, 
Within our breast the jewel lies, 

Nor need we roam abroad ; 
The world bas little to bestow, 
From pious hearts our joys must flow, 

Hearts tliat delight in God. 

2 To be resigned when ills betide, 
Patient when favors are denied. 

And pleased with favors given, — 
This is the wise, the pious part, 
This is that incense of the heart, 

Whose fragrance reaches heaven. 

3 Thus through life's changing scenes we'll go, 
its chequered paths of joy and wo 

With holy care we'll tread, 
Quit its vain scenes without a tear, 
Without a trouble or a fear, 

And mingle with the dead. 

Cotton. 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 35 

46 T 1 M E . 

Tune — *• Amsterdam.''^ 

1 Time is winging us away 

To our eternal home ; 
Life is but a winter's day — 

A journey to the tomb : 
Youth and vigor soon will flee, 

Blooming beauty lose its charms; 
All that's mortal soon shall be 

Enclosed in death's cold arms. 

2 Time is winging us aw^ay, 

To our eternal home ; 
Life is but a winter's day — 

A journey to the tomb : 
But the christian shall enjoy 

Health and beauty, soon above ^ 
Far beyond the world's alloy, 

Secure in Jesus' love. 

Burton. 



4T BIRTH OF THE SAVIOR. 

Tune—*' Belville.'' 

1 Arrayed in clouds of golden light, 

More bright than heaven's resplendent bow, 
Jehovah's angel came by night, 

To bless the sleeping world l3elow ; 
How soft the music of his tongue ! 
How sweet the hallowed strains he sung! 

2 Good will henceforth to man be given, 

The light of glory beams on earth, 
Let angels tune the harps of heaven, 

And saints below rejoice with mirth: 
On Bethlehem's plains the shepherds sing, 
And Judah's children hail their king. 

Moore, 



36 SACRED SONGS FOR 

48 SOWING AND REAPING. 

Tune—** Brattle Street.'* 

1 There is an hour of hallowed peace 

For those with care oppressed, 
When sighs and sorrowing fears shall cease 

And all be hushed to rest. 
'Tis then the soul is freed from fears 

And doubts that here annoy, 
Then they that oft had sown in tears. 

Shall reap again in joy, 

2 There is an hour of sweet repose. 

When storms assail no more, ^ 
The stream of endless pleasure flows 

On that celestial shore. 
There purity with love appears, 

And bliss without alloy, 
There they that oft had sown in tears, 

Shall reap eternal joy. 

Tappan. 

49 MEEKNESS. 

Tune-—** AshwelL" 
I Happy the meek, whose gentle breast 
Clear as the summer's evening ray, 
Calm as the regions of the blest, 
Ehjoys on earth celestial day. 

^ His heart no broken friendships sting, 
No storms his peaceful tent invade, 
He rests beneath Jehovah's wing. 
Hostile to none, of none afraid. 

3 Spirit of grace, all meek, all mild, 

Inspire our hearts, our souls possess ; 
Repel each pasaion, rude and wild, 
And bless us, as we aim to bless. 

Scott. 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 37 

50 AN EMBLEM OF LIFE. 

Tune—** Silver Lake.'' 

1 See how, beneath the moon-beam's smile, 

Yon little billow heaves its breast, 
And foams and sparkles for awhile, 
And murmuring, then subsides to rest ; 

2 Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, 

Rises on time's eventful sea; 
And having swelled a moment there, 
Thus melts into eternity. 

Moore. 

51 MISSIONARY HYMN. 

Tune — *' Missionary Chant,''* 

1 Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim 
Salvation in Immanuel's name ; 
To distant climes the tidings bear, 
And plant the rose of Sharon there. 

2 He'll shield you with a wall of fire — 
With holy zeal your hearts inspire ; 
Bid raging winds their fury cease, 
And calm the savage breast to peace. 

3 And when our labors all are o'er, 
Then shall we meet to part no more; 
Meet — with the blood bought throng to fall 
And crown our Savior Lord of all. 

Pratt's Coll. 

52 EARLY DEATH. 

Tu^B-— •« PleyeVs Hymn.'' 
1 So fades the lovely blooming flower, 
Frail smiling solace of an hour, 
So soon our transient comforts fly, 
And pleasure only blooms to die. 
c2 



SACRED SONGS FOR 



2 Is there no kind, no lenient art, 
To heal the anguish of the heart ? 
Spirit of grace, be ever nigh, 
Thy comforts are not made to die ; 

3 Bid gentle patience smile on pain, 
Till dying hope shall live again, 
Hope wipes the tear from sorrow^s eye, 
And faith points upw^ard t6 the sky. 

* Steele. 



53 HOW BLEST THE S A CRED TIE. 

Tune — ** Hamburg.^* 

1 How blest the sacred tie that binds, 
In union sweet, according minds ! 
How swift the heavenly course they run. 
Whose hearts and faith and hopes are one ! 

2 To each, the soul of each how dear! 
What jealous love, what holy fear ! 
How doth the generous fiame within 
Refine from earth and cleanse from sin. 

3 Their streaming eyes together flow 
For human guilt and mortal wo ; 
Their ardent prayers together rise 
Like mingling flame in sacrifice. 

4 Together shall they seek the place 
Where God reveals his awful face ; 

How high, how strong, their raptures swell, 
There's none but kindred souls can tell. 

5 Nor shall the glowing flame expire. 
When nature droops her sickening fire ; 
Then shall they meet in realms above, 
A heaven of joy— because of love. 

Mrs. Barbauld. 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 39 

OUR NATIVE LAND. 

Tune— ^' DorL'* 
God bless our native land, 
Firm may she ever stand 

Through storm and night ! 
When the wild tempests rave, 
Ruler of wind and wave, 
Do thou our country save 

By thy great might. 

For her our prayer shall rise. 
To God above the skies ; 

On him we wait : 
Thou who hast heard each sigh. 
Watching each weeping eye, 
Be thou forever nigh ; 

God save the State. 

Bless thou our native land, 
Firm may she ever stand 

Through storm and night! 
When the wild tempests rave, 
Ruler of wind and wave, 
Do thou our country save, 

By thy great might. 



5 MORNING INVOCATION. 

Tune--*' JVilmoV 

1 Sleep forsake us ! may the soul 

Gladden in its Maker's sight ; 
As the clouds that o'er us roll. 
Sparkle in the morning light. 

2 God of life ! be thou the ray 

Of our dim and wandering course. 
Light us, as the Star of day, 
On to truth's eternal source. 
3 



40 SACRED SONGS FOR 

56 HYMN OF TRIUMPH. 

Tune— «* MigdoW 

1 Soon may the last glad song arise, 
Through all the millions of the skies — 
That song of triumph which records 
That all the earth is now the Lord's ! 

2 Let thrones, and powers, and kingdoms be 
Obedient, mighty God, to thee ! 

And over land, and stream, and main, 
Now wave the sceptre of thy reign I 

3 Oh let that glorious anthem swell ; 
Let host to host the triumph tell — 
That not one rebel heart remains, 
But over all the Savior reigns ! 

Pratt's Coll. 



57 THE CONVENT BELL. 

Air— •« Far, far o'er hill and delV 
' 1 Far, far o'er hill and dell, 
On the winds stealing, 
List to the convent bell 
Mournfully pealing. 
Hark, hark, it seems to say, 
As melt the sounds away, 
So life's best joys decay, 
Whilst new their feeling, 

2 Now through the charmed air 
Slowly ascending. 
List to the chanted prayer 
Solemnly blending. 
Hark, hark, it seems to say, 
Turn from such joys away, 
To those which ne'er decay. 
Though life is ending. 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 41 

58 I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY. 

Tune — See So. Choir; vol. /. p. 81. 

1 T would not live alway, I ask not to stay, 
Where storm after storm rises o'er the dark way, 
The few lucid moments that dawn on us here, 
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its 

cheer. 

2 I would not live alway ; no — welcome the tomb, 
Since Jesus has lain there, I dread not its gloom ; 
There, sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise. 

To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 

3 Who, who would live alway, away from his God, 
Away from yon heaven — that blissful abode, 
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright 

plains. 
And the noon-tide of glory eternally reigns. 

4 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
Their Savior and brethren transported to greet ; 
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll. 
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. 



59 INVOCATION FOR CELESTIAL LIGHT. 
Tune — *' Savannah.'' 

1 O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds pre- 

sides. 
Whose voice created, and whose wisdom guides, 
On darkling man, in pure effulgence shine. 
And cheer the clouded mind with light divine. 

2 'Tis thine alone to calm the pious breast 
With silent confidence and holy rest ; 

From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend ; 
Path, Motive, Guide, Original, and End. 

Dr. Johnson. 
4-^ 



42 SACRED SONGS FOR 

60 THE VOICE OF MERCY. 

Tune— "Zion." 

1 Traveller ! dost thou hear the tidings 

Borne unto thy weary ear, 
Soft as angel's gentlest whispers 
Breathing from the upper sphere, 

Sweetly telling 
Thy redemption now is near. 

2 In the desert's gloomy terrors, 

'Mid the tempest's booming roar, 
Hark! the still small voice of mercy 
Breaking from yon peaceful shore, 

Sweetly telling 
All thy toil will soon be o'er. 

3 Mortal ! when death's viewless arrow 

Quivers in thy fluttering heart, 
Lift thy earnest thoughts to Jesus, 
Who disarms the fatal dart, 

Sweetly telling 
Ij to thee my peace impart. 

Dr. WOODHULL. 



61 VALLE CRUCIS. 

Air — '' Silver lake.** 

1 Vale of the Cross, the Shepherds tell 
'Tis sweet within thy woods to dwell, 
For there are sainted shadows seen 
That frequent haunt the dewy green. 

2 In wandering winds the dirge is sung, 
The convent bell with spirits rung, 
And matin hymns and vesper prayer 
Break softly on the tranquil air. 

3 Vale of the Cross, the Shepherds tell 
'Tis sweet within thy woods to dwell; 



SCHOOLS AXD ACADEMIES. 43 

For peace has there her spotless throne, 
And pleasure to the world unknown — 

4 The murmurs of the distant rills, 
The Sabbath silence of the hills ; 
And all the quiet God hath given 
Without the golden gates of heaven. 

ROSCOE. 

62 SOLITUDE. 

Air — ** Sul margine d^ un rio,** 

1 I love to steal awhile away 

From every cumbering care, 
And spend the hours of setting day 
In humble, grateful prayer, 

2 I love in solitude to shed 

The penitential tear ; 
And all his promises to plead, 
Where none but God is near. 

3 I love to think on mercies past, 

And future good implore ; 
And all my cares and sorrows cast 
On him whom I adore. 

4 Thus when life's toilsome day il o'er , 

May its departing ray 
Be calm as this impressive hour, 
And lead to endless day. 

Mrs. Brown. 

63 GODISLOVE. 

TuNE—'''Hi7igham.'' 
1 The humblest flower that decks the vale, 
The gloomiest Cyprus of the grove — 
The breath of heaven their leaves inhale, 
And whisper back that " God is love." 
Streams speaks his praises as they flow, 
And winds soft hallelujah's blow. 



44 SACRED SONGS FOR 

64 RESIGNATION. 

TuN5— -" Thy will be done.*' 

1 How swe€t to be allowed to pray, 

To God the Holy One, 
With filial love and trust to say, 
" O God, thy will be done." 

2 We in these sacred words can find 

A cure for every ill ; 
They caliTi and sooth the troubled mind, 
And bid all care be still. 

5 Oh, let that will which gave me breath, 
And an immortal soul, 
In joy or grief, in life or death, 
My every wish control. 

4 O, could my heart thus ever pray, 
Thus imitate thy Son ! 
Teach me, O God, with truth to say. 
Thy will, not mine, be done ! 

^ Author of the well, spent hour. 

65 MORNING HYMN, 

Tune— *« Par A: Street,'' 

1 Awake, rny soul and with the sun 
Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
To pay thy morning sacrifice. 

2 Illumined by the light divine, 
Let thy own light to others shine ; 
Reflect all heaven's propitious rays. 
In ardent love and cheerful praise. 

3 Lord, I my vows to thee renew ; 
Scatter my sins like morning dew; 
Guard my first springs of thought and will, 
And with thyself my spirit fill. 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 45 

4 Direct, control, suggest this day, 
All 1 design, or do, or say, 
Thai all my powers, with all their might, 
In thy sole glory may unite. 

BiiHop Ken* 

166 FORGIVENESS. 

Tune—** Quito,'' 

1 Forgive thy foes ; — nor that alone. 
Their evil deeds with good repay, 
Fill those with joy who leave thee none, 
And kiss the hand upraised to slay. 

^2 So does the fragrant sandal bow, 
In meek forgiveness to its doom ; 
And o'er the axe at every blow 
Sheds in abundance rich perfume. 

Herbert Kxowlks* 

€7 GOD'S COMPASSION. 

Tune—" Boxjlston,*' 

1 The pity of the Lord 

To those that fear his name, 

Is such as tender parents feel ; 

He knows our feeble frame. 

2 He knows we are but dust, 

Scatter'd by every breath ; 

His anger, like a rising wind. 

Can send us swift to death. 

3 Our days are as the grass, 

Or like the morning flower ; 
When blasting winds sweep o'er the field, 
It withers in an hour. 

4 But thy compassions, Lord, 

To endless years endure ; 
And children's children ever find 
Thy words of promise sure. Watts* 



46 SACRED SONGS FOR 

68 OUR GUIDING STAR. 

Tune — " Andover,^^ 

1 Bright was the guiding star that led, 

With mild benignant ray, 

The Gentiles to the lowly bed 

Where the Redeemer lay. 

2 But lo! a brighter, clearer light, 

Now points to his abode, 
It shines through sin and sorrow's night, 
To guide us to our Lord. 

3 O haste to follow where it leads ; 

The gracious call obey ; 
Be rugged wilds, or flowery meads, 
The Christian's destined way. 

4 O gladly tread the narrow path, 

While light and grace are given; 

Who meekly follow Christ on earth, 

Shall reign with him in heaven. 

SPIRIT OF THE PSALMS. 

69 HYMN AT SUNSET. 

Tune — «« Romaine,^^ 
1 The mellow eve is gliding 
Serenely down the west ; 
So, every care subsiding, 
My soul would sink to I'est. 

'i The woodland hum is ringing 
The day-light's gentle close ; 
May angels round me singing 
Thus hymn my last repose. 

Z The evening star has lighted 

Her crystal lamp on high ; 

So when in death benighted, 

May hope illume the sky. 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 47 

■■ « ■ >^ .1 ■ I ■■ ■ ■! 

4 In j]^olden splendor dawning 

The morrow's light shall break, 
O ! on the last bright morning 
May 1 in glory wake. 

THE LARK. 

70 Tune— See Juv, S. School, p, 122. 

1 Lo ! the blithesome lark is soaring, 

Far away through morning skies ; 
Songs of grateful gladness pouring, 
Higher, higher, see him rise. 

2 Every mountain altar blazes; 

Incense sweet to heaven ascends ; 
Meadows waft their silent praises, 
Every flower adoring bends. 

3 Man! awake from heavy slumbers, 

Morning breaks serenely bright ; 
Songs of praise in tuneful numbers, 
Raise to Him who rules the night. 

71 HOPE. 

Tune—** Fruit Street^' 
1 There is a mdd and tranquil light 
Which sheds its gentle influence round, 
Ere day recedes and solemn night, 
In silent stillness reigns profound, 

In darkness mingling with the ray 
Which lingers still on evening's breast, 
That gives this tinge of sober gray ; 
And lulls the balmy air to rest. 

3 Just such a light, so sweet, so clear, 
Sheds its soft influence on the* mind ; 
When Heaven in pity pours the balm, 
Of holy hope on heart's resigned. 



48 SACRED SONGS FOR 

72 HABITUAL DEVOTION. 

Tune—*' Brattle Street.*' 

1 While thee I seek, protecting Power! 

Be my vain wishes stilled ; 

And may this consecrated hour 

With better hopes be filled. 

2 Thy love the power of thought bestowed ; 

To thee my thoughts would soar : 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed ; 
That mercy 1 adore. 

3 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see ! 
Each blessing to my soul most dear, 
Because conferred by thee. 

4 In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise, 
Or seek relief in prayer, 

5 When gladness wings my favored hour, 

Thy love ni}'- thoughts shall fill; 
Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, 
My soul shall meet thy will. 

6 My lifted eye, without a tear, 

The gathering storm shall see ; 
My steadfast heart shall know no fear ; 
That heart will rest on thee. 

H. M. Williams. 

73 THE HAPPY HOME. 

Tune— See So. Choir, vol, I, p. 142. 
1 The rose that blooms in Sharon's vale, 
And scents the purple morning breath. 
May in the shades of evening fall, 

And bend its crimson head in death ; 
And earth's bright ones amid the tomb, 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 49 

May, like the blushing rose decay : 

But still the mind, the mind shall bloom, 

When time and nature fade away. 

And there amid a holier sphere, 

Where the archangel bows in awe, 
There sits the King of glory near, 

And executes his perfect law, ' 
The ransomed of the earth, with joy, 

Shall in their robes of beauty come ; 
And find a rest without alloy, 

Amid the christian's happy home. 



74 THE SAVIOR'S SORROW. 

Air — '' What fairy like music,** 

1 Thou sweet gliding Cedron, by thy silver stream, 
Our Savior would linger in moonlight's soft 

beam ; 
And by thy bright waters till midnight would 

stay. 
And lose in thy murmurs the toils of the day. 

2 How damp were the vapors that fell on his 

head; 
How hard was his pillow, — how humble his bed ; 
The angels beholding, amaz'd at the sight. 
Attended their Master with solemn delight. 

3 O garden of Olive, thou dear honor'd spot, 
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot ; 
The theme most transporting to seraphs above, 
The triumph of sorrow, — the triumph of love. 

4 Come, saints, and adore him, — come bow at his 

feet! 
O give him the glory, the praise that is meet; 
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, 
And join the full chorus, that gladdens the skies. 



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75 PRAYER FOR DIVINE GUIDANCE. 
Tune — *' Greenville,** 

1 Gently Lord oh gently lead us, 

Through this lonely vale of tears ; 
Through the changes that await us, 

Till our last great change appears. 
When temptation's darts assail us, 

When in devious paths we stray, 
Let thy goodness never fail us, 

Lead us in thy perfect way. 

2 In the hour of pain and anguish. 

In the hour when death draws near, 
Suffer not our hearts to languish, 

Suffer not our souls to fear : 
When our mortal life is ended, 

Bid us in thine arms to rest ; 
Till by angel bands attended, 

We awake among the blest. 



76 THE PRINCEOF SALVATION. 

Tune — ** Burlington,** 

1 The Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding, 
And glory attends him along his bright way, 
The news of his grace on the breezes are gliding 

And nations are owning his sway. 

2 Ride on in thy greatness, thou conquering Savior; 
Let thousands of thousands submit to the reign ; 
Acknowledge thy goodness, entreat for thy favor. 

And follow thy glorious train. 

3 Then loud shall ascend from each sanctified 

nation, 
The voice of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise; 
And heaven shall re-echo the song of salvation, 
In rich and melodious lays. 

S. F. Smith. 



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77 LOVE IS THE GOLDEN CHAIN. 

Tune—** Iddo:' 

1 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 

When those that love the Lord ; 
in one another's peace delight, 
And thus fulfill his word. 

2 O may we feel each brother's sigh, 

And with him bear a part : 
May sorrows flow from eye to eye, 
And joy from heart to heart. 

3 Let love in one delightful stream, 

Through every bosom flow; 
And union sweet, and dear esteem, 
\n every action glow. 

4 Love is the golden chain that binds 

The happy souls above ; 
And he's an heir of heaven, that finds 
His bosom glow with love. 

Swain. 



78 OUR LIGHT AND GUIDE. 

Am—*' Fresh and Sirong.** 

1 See the gleams of daylight swim 
On the heaving ocean's brim ! 
Now the waves are gilded o'er, 
With the golden beams still more. 
See ! the gathering lustre shines, 
On the mountain's loftiest pines : 
Aud the far-ofl* village spires 
Redden in the kindling fires. 

2 God hath made the sun to shine, 
Image of his love divine ; 



Thus his rays of mercy fall 

Liberally alike on all ; 

Thus he lights our happy way 



52 SACRED SONGS FOR 

Through the labors of the day, — 
And when all our cares are past, 
Guides us to his rest at last. 



79 PITY'S TEAR. 

Tune — ** Mount Vernon.** 

1 Softly beam the dews of morning 

On each graceful budding stem : 
Rich as orient pearls adorning, 
Persia's proudest diadem. 

2 Brightly in the dome of heaven 

Shine the stars with golden crest : 
Smiling *mid the blue of even, 
On the ocean's mirrored breast. 

3 But more soft, more brightly beaming 

Is the pearl-drop mild and meek, — 
In love's hallowed radiance gleaming — 
Pity's tear on Beauty's cheek. 

80 FROM GREENLAND'S ICY MOUNTAINS. 

Tune — *' MissionUry Hymn, 

1 From Greenland's icy mountains, 

From India's coral strand. 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 

Roll down their golden sand ; 
From many an ancient river, 

From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 

Their land from error's chain. 

2 What though the spicy breezes 

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle — 
Though every prospect pleases. 

And only man is vile ? — 
In vain, with lavish kindness, 

The gifts of God are strown : 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 53 

The heathen, in his blindness, 
Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 

By wisdom from on high — 
Shall we to man benighted 

The lamp of life deny ? — 
Salvation ! — oh, salvation! 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till earth's remotest nation 

Has learnt Messiah's name. 

H£BER> 

81 THE PURE IN HEART. 

Tune— -'« Olmuiz,'* 
1. Blest are the pure in heart, 
For they shall see our God ; 
The secret of the Lord is theirs, 
Their soul is his abode. 

2 Still to the lowly soul 

He doth himself impart, 
And, for his temple and his throne, 
Selects the pure in heart. 

82 HEAVEN. 

Tune — ^'Lanesboro,^^ 

1 There is an hour of peaceful rest, 

To mourning wanderers given; 
There is a tear for souls distress'd, 
A balm for every wounded breast ; — 

'Tis found alone in heaven. 

2 There is a home for weary souls , 

By sin and sorrow driven ; 
VVhen toss'd on life's tempestuous shoals^ 
Where storms arise and ocean rolls, 

And all is drear but heaven. 



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3 There faith lifts up the tearless eye, 

The heart with anguish riven ; 
It views the tempest passing by, 
Sees evening shadows quickly fly, 

And all serene in heaven. 

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, 

And joys supreme are given ; 
There rays divine disperse the gloom ; 
Beyond the dark and narrow tomb, 

Appears the dawn of heaven. 

Tappan. 

83 TYROLESE EVENING HYMN. 

Air — *• Come to the sunset tree.** 

1 Come to the sunset tree ! 

The day is past and gone ; 
The woodman's axe lies free. 

And the reapers work is done. 
The twilight star to heaven, 

And the summer dew to flowers, 
And rest to us is given. 

By the cool soft evening hours. 

2 Sweet is the hour of rest ! 

Pleasant the wood's low sigh, 
And the gleaming of the west. 

And the turf whereon we lie. 
When the burden and the heat 

Of labor's taak are o'er, 
And kindly voices greet 

The tired one at his door. 

3 Yes tuneful is the sound 

That dwells in whispering boughs : 
Welcome the freshness round, 

And the gale that fans our brows. 
But rest more sweet and still 

Than ever night-fall gave, 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 55 

Our longing hearts shall fill 
In the world beyond the grave. 

4 There shall no tempest blow 
No scorching noontide beat ; 
There shall be no more snow, 

No weary wandering feet ; 
So we lift our trusting eyes 

From the hills our fathers trod, 
To the quiet of the skies, 
To the Sabbath of our God. 

Mrs. Hemans. 



84 SATURDAY EVENING. 

Tune — '' Safely through another week-** 

1 Safely through another week, 
God has brought us on our way; 
Let us now a blessing seek 

On the approaching Sabbath day; 
Day of all the week the best, 
Emblem of eternal rest. 

2 Mercies multiplied each hour, 
Through the week our praise demand ; 
Guarded by thy mighty power, 

Fed and guided by thy hand, 
From our worldly cares set free. 
May we rest this night in thee, 

3 When the morn shall bid us rise. 
May we feel thy presence near ; 
{\lay thy glory meet our eyes, 
When we in thy house appear ; 
Blest may all our sabbaths prove, 
Till we join the church above. 

Christian Psalmist, 



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85 THE MEETING OF THE WATERS. 

Air — *' Araby^s JDaughter.^' 

1 There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet. 
As the vale in whose bosom the bright waters 

meet, 
O the last rays of feeling and life must depart, 
Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my 

heart ; 
Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the 

scene, 
Her purest of orystal and brightest of green, 
'Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill, 
Oh no ! it was something more exquisite still : 

2 'Twas the firiends, the beloved of my bosom were 

near, 
Who made each dear scene of enchantment more 

dear ; 
And who felt how the blest charms of nature im- 
prove. 
When we see them reflected from looks that we 

love ; 
Sweet vale of Ovoea ! how calm could I rest 
In thy bosom of shade with the friends 1 lave 

best. 
Where the storms which we feel in this cold world 

shall cease, 
And our hearts like thy waters be mingled m 

peace. Moore. 



& HEAVEN. 

Tune — ^' Arlington.^ 
1 When t can read my title clear 
To mansions in the skies, 
I'll bid farewell to every fear. 
And wipe my weeping eyes. 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 57 

2 Let cares, like wild deluge come, 
And storms of sorrow fall ; 
May I but safely reach my home, 
My God, my heaven, my all ; — 

8 There shall I bathe my weary soul 
in seas of heavenly rest ; 
And not a wave of trouble roll 

Across my peaceful breast. Watts. 

87 TRUST IN PROVIDENCE. 

Air— .«' The TileV 

1 O, Pilot 'tis a fearful night ; 

There's danger on the deep, 
I'll come and pace the deck with thee ; 

I do not dare to sleep. 
'* Go down," the sailor cried, " go down, 

This is no place for thee, 
Fear not, but trust in Providence, 

Wherever thou may'st be." 

2 Ah, Pilot, dangers often met, 

We all are apt to slight ; 
And thou hast known these raging waves 

But to subdue their might. 
" It is not apathy !" he cried, 

" That gives this strength to me ; 
Fear not, but trust in Providence, 

Wherever thou may'st be." 

3 *' On such a night the sea engulfed 

My father's lifeless form ; 
My only brother's boat went down 

In just so wild a storm. 
And such perhaps may be my fate ; 

But still I say to thee ! 
Fear not, but trust in Providence, 
Wherever thou mayst be." 

T. H. Baylet. 
4 



68 SACRED SONGS FOR 

— — — ...... ■ . - - ■ . . ... - ■. 

88 THE VANITY OF THE WORLD. 

Tune — " Averno,^* 

1 How vain is all beneath the skies ! 
How transient every earthly bliss 1 
How slender all the fondest ties, 
That bind us to a world like this ! 

2 The evening cloud— the morning dew — 
The withering grass— the fading flower-^ 
Of earthly hopes are emblems true — 
The glory of a passing hour ! 

3 But, though earth's fairest blossoms die, 
And all beneath the skies is vain, 
There is a land, whose confines lie 
Beyond the reach of care and pain. 

4 Then let the hope of joys to come 
Dispel our cares, and chase our fears ; 
If God be ours, we're travelling home, 
Though passing through a vale of tears. 

Ch. Psalmody. 



S9 " WHEN SHALL WE MEET AGAIN I" 
TvNE—See the ** Choir, '^ p, 329. 
1 When shall we meet again ? 
Meet ne'er to sever ? 
When will peace wreathe her chain 

Round us forever ? 
Our hearts will ne'er repose 
Safe from each blast that blows 
In this dark vale of woes 
Never — no, never ! 

S When shall love freely flow, 
Pure as life's river ! 
When shall sweet friendship glow, 
Changeless forever f 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 60 

Where joys celestial thrill, 
Where bliss each heart shall fill, 
And fears of parting chill — 
Never — no, never ! 

•3 Up to that world of light 

Take us, dear Savior ; 
May we all there unite, 

Happy forever : 
Where kindred spirits dwell, 
There may our music swell, 
And time our joys dispel 

Never — no, never ! 

4 Soon shall we meet again, 

Meet ne'er to sever ; 
Soon will peace wreathe her chaitl 

Round us forever ; 
Our hearts will then I'epos^ 
Secure from worldly woes 
Our songs of praise shall close — 

Never^— no, never ! 

90 THE LIGHT-HOUSE. 

Air — See E'ingsley^s S. Choir, vol. 2, p. 126. 

1 The scene was more beautiful far to my eye, 

Than if day in its pride had arrayed it ; 
The land breeze blew mild, and the azure-arched 
sky 
Looked pure as the Spirit that made it; 
The murmur rose soft, as I silently gazed, 
In the shadowy waves' playful motion. 
From the dim,distant hill, till the light-house fire 
blazed, 
Like a star in the midst of the ocean. 

2 No longer the joy of the sailor-boy's breast 

Was heard in his wildly-breathed numbers ; 
5 



60 SACRED SONGS FOR 

The sea-bird had flown to her wave-girdled nt 

The fisherman sunk to his slumbers. 
One moment 1 looked from the hill's genr 
slope — 
All hushed was the billows' commotion — 
And thought that the light-house looked lovely as 
hope, 
That star of life's tremulous ocean. 

^ The time is long passed, and the scene is afarj 
Yet, when my head rests on its pillow, 
Will memory sometimes rekindle the star, 
That blazed on the breast of the billow. 
In life's closing hour, when the trembling sou' 
flies, 
And death stills the heart's last emotion, 
O ! then may the seraph of mercy arise, 
Like a star on eternity's ocean ! 

James* 

91 PETITION FOR DIVINE FAVORS. 

Tune—** All Saints.''* 
} As every day thy mercy spares, 
Will bring its trials, or its cares, 
O, Father, till my life shall end, 
Be thou my counsellor and friend ; 
Teach me thy statutes all divine, 
And let thy will be always mine. 

U When each day's scenes and labors close, 
And wearied nature seeks repose. 
With pardonilig mercy richly blest. 
Guard me, my Father, while I rest : 
And as each morning sun shall rise, 
O lead me onward to the skies ! 

-3 And at my life's last setting sun, 
My conflicts o'er, my labors done — 
Father, thine heavenly radiance shed 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES, 61 

,^ To cheer and bless my dying bed ; 

'' And from death's gloom my spirit raise, 

^ t To see thy face and sing thy praise. 
'^ Christian Psalmist. 

92 " OH HOW BRIGHTLY." 

Tune—** Swiss Boy.'' 

1 Oh ! how brightly, how brightly the sun moves 

along, 
From the east to the west, through the sky ; 
O ! how lovely, how lovely the moon looks 
among 
All the stars as they sparkle on high ! 
These glorious lights to us were given, 
To raise our thoughts from earth to heav'n : 
Oh! how brightly,hovv brightly they all move along, 
Shedding light o'er the world from on high. 

2 Oh ! how swiftly, how swiftly the bird flies away 

To his home in the tall forest tree ; 
Oh, how sweetly, how sweetly he sings all the 
day. 
And is happy as happy can be ! 
'Tis thus he tells of favors given, 
And while he sin^s, he soars to heav'n : — 
Oh ! how sweetly, how sweetly he sings all tho 
day. 
In his nest on the tall forest tree. 

3 And the roses, the roses and lilies so fair, 

Which we pluck from the green fields in May, 
Fill with fragrance, with fragrance, the fresh 
morning air, 
And to us as they bloom, seem to say, 
By whom their sweet perfume was given, 
And thus they send it back to heav'n : — 
Oh ! the roses, the roses, and lilies so fair, 
Fill the air, fill the air, all the day. 



62 SACRED SONGS FOR 

93 PRAYER AT EN TER I N G S C H OOL. 

Tune—** Boylston,'' 

1 Lord, lead my heart to learn ; 

Prepare my ears to hear ; 
And let me useful knowledge seek, 
In thy most holy fear. 

2 If unforgiven sin 

Within my bosom lies, 
Or evil motives linger there 
T' offend thy perfect eyes — 

3 Remove them far away, 

Inspire jne with thy love, 
That 1 may please thee here below, 
And dwell with thee above. 

Mrs. Sigourney. 



94 EVENING ASPIRATION. 

Tune— -Sec the *' Choir'' p. 320. 
God that madest earth and heaven, 

Darkness and light ! 
Who the day for toil hast given, 

For rest the night ! 
May thine angel guards defend us, 
Slumber sweet thy mercy send us, 
Holy dreams and hopes attend us, 

This livelong night. Heber. 



95 P R A y E R F O R D I V I N E A I D . 

Tune—** Dedham,'' 
1 Be thou, O God ! by night, by day, 
My Guide, my Guard from sin, 
My Life, my Trust, my Light Divine, 
To keep me pure within. 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 63 

2 Pure as the air, when day's first light 
A cloudless sky illumes, 
And active as the lark, that soars 
Till heaven shine round its plumes. 

>3 So may my soul, upon the wings 
Of faith unwearied rise, 
Till at the gate of heaven it sings 
'Midst light from paradise. 



96 LET US LOVE ONE ANOTHER. 

~ Air — «* Arabifs Daughter, ^^ 

1 Let us love one another — not long may we stay 
In this bleak world of mourning — so brief is 

life's day ; 
Some fade ere 'tis noon, and few linger till eve ; 
Oh I there breaks not a heart but leaves some one 

to grieve ; 
And the fondest, the purest, the truest that met 
Have still found the need to forgive and forget ; 
Then oh ! though the hopes that we nourished 

decay, 
Let us love one another as long as we stay. 

2 There are hearts like the ivy — though all be de- 

cayed. 
Which it seemed to clasp fondly in sunlight and 

shade ; 
Yet drop not its leaves — but still gaily they 

spread, 
Undimmed 'midst the blighted, the lonely and 

dead ; 
And the misletoe clings to the oak, not in part. 
But with leaves closely round it — the root in its 

heart. 
Exists but to twine it, and drink the same dew, 
Or to fall with its loved oak and perish there too. 



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3 Thus we'll love one another midst sorrow the 
worst, 

Unaltered and fond as we loved at the first — 

Though the false wing of pleasure may change 
and forsake, 

And the bright urn of wealth into particles break; 

There are some sweet affections that earth can- 
not buy 

That cling but the closer when sorrow draws nigh, 

And remain with us yet, though all else pass a- 
way — 

Yes — we'll love one another as long as we stay. 



©7 THE GOODNESS OF GOD. 

Tune—*' WilmoV 

1 Let us with a joyful mind, 
Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; 
For his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

2 He, with all commanding might, 
Filled the new made world with light 3 
For his mercies shall endure, 

Ever faithful, ever sure. 

3 He his chosen race did bless 
In the wasteful wilderness ; 
For his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

4 He hath, with a piteous eye, 
Looked upon our misery ; 
For his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 

5 All things living he doth feed ; 
His full hand supplies their need : 
For his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful, ever sure. 



SCHOOLS AXD ACADEMIES. 65 

Let us therefore warble forth 
His high inajest}^ and worth; 
For his mercies shall endure, 
Ever faithful ever sure. 

Milton. 



98 SWEET IS THE SCEiNE. 

Tune—'* Whiteland,'' 

1 Sweet is the scene when virtue dies! — 
When sinks a righteous soul to rest, 
How mildly beam the closing eyes, 
How gently heaves the expiring breath. 

2 So fades a summer cloud away ; 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; 
So gently shuts the eye of day ; 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

3 Triumphant smiles the victor's brow, 
Fanned by some angel's purple wing; 
Where is, O, grave! thy victory now? 
And where, insidious death, thy sting ? 

Mrs. Barbauld. 



99 THEHOUROFPRAYER. 

Tune — See Kingsley''s S. Choir, vol. I. p. 84, 

1 Child, amidst the flowers at play, 
While the red light fades away. 
Mother, with thine earnest eye, 
Ever following silently ; 
Father, by the breeze of eve 
Called thy harvest work to leave, 
Pray ! ere yet the dark hours be, 
Lift the heart and bend the knee. 

2 Traveller, in the stranger's land, 
Far from thine own household band ; 



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Mourner, haunted by the tone 
Of a voice from this world gone ; 
Captive, in whose narrow cell, 
Sunshine hath not leave to dwell, 
Sailor, on the darkening sea, 
Lift the heart and bend the knee. 

3 Warrior, that from battle won, 
Breathest now at set of sun ; 
Woman, o'er the lowly slain, 
Weeping on his burial plain ; 
Ye that triumph, ye that sigh, 
Kindred by one holy tie ; 
Heaven's first star alike ye see — 
Lift the heart and bend the knee. 

Mrs. Hemans. 



100 THE GLORY OF GOD. 

Tune—" Cephas,'' 

1 The spacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue ethereal sky, 

And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
Their great Original proclaim. 
Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, 
Does his Creator's pow er display, 
And publishes to every land 
The work of an Almighty hand. 

2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale. 
And nightly, to the listening earth, 
Repeats the story of her birth ; — 
While ail the stars that round her burn, 
And all the planets in their turn. 
Confirm the tidings, as they roll, 

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 



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J What ! though in solemn silence all 
Move round this dark terrestrial ball— 
What ! though nor real voice, nor sound 
Amid their radiant orbs be found- 
In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice ; 
For ever singing as they shine, 
'* The laand that made us is Divine." 

Addison. 



101 THE BIRTH OF THE SAVIOR. 

Tune—** Ahha^ 

1 Hark ! what mean those holy voices, 

Sweetly sounding through the skies ? 
Lo ! the angelic host rejoices ; 
Heavenly hallelujahs rise. 

2 Hear them tell the wondrous story, 

Hear them chant in hymns of joy, 
Glory in the highest, glory. 
Glory be to God most high. 

3 Peace on earth, good will from heaven, 

Reaching far as man is found'; 
"Souls redeemed, and sins forgiven," 
. Loud our golden harps shall sound. 

4 Christ is born, the great anointed ; 

Heaven and earth his praises sing ; 
Oh receive whom God appointed, 
For your Prophet, Priest, and King. 

o Haste ye mortals to adore him; 

Learn his name and taste his joy. 
Till in heaven ye sing before him," 
Glory be to God most high. 

C A wo OS. 



68 SACRED SONGS FOR 

102 THE MATIN HOUR OF DEVOTION 

Tune—*' Illa^'^ 

1 Ere falls the stealing step of dawn, 

ThQ night's soft dew on her brown wingSj 
Upriseth from her nest, the lark 
And soaring to the sunlight, sings. 

2 Thus may my soul sing on, and soar 
Where sight tracks not her flight sublime^ 
Morn, noon, sweet eve, and ever in 
This cool and fragrant hour of prime. 

3 For though the world enclose me rouridj 
Strong Faith can carry me abroad, 
Where shines my home, — Jerusalem^ 
The glorious dwelling-place of God ! 

4 Then let my soul sing on and soar 
Above the world, beyond all time, 

And dwell in that pure light, and breathe 
The air from that celestial clime. 

5 Sing on and soar, sing on and soar 

Till, through the crystal gates of heaven, 
No longer closed in upper skies, 
Thou enter in to sing, Forgiven ! 



103 OUR REFUGE IN TEMPTATION; 

Tune—." Rosetto,'' 
1 Jesus, lover of my Soul, 
Let me to thy bosom fly, 
While the raging billows roll, 

While the tempest still is high : 
Hide me, O my Savior, hide. 

Till the storm of life is past ; 
Safe into the haven guide ; 
O, receive my soul at last. 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 69 

2 Other refuge have I none.— 

Hangs my helpless soul on thee ; 
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone ; 

Still support and comfort me ; 
All my trust on thee is stayed ; 

All my help from thee 1 bring t 
Cover my defenceless head 

With the shadow of thy wing. 

CoWPERk 



104 RETIREMENT. 

Tune — ** Coventry,^' 

1 The calm retreat^ the silent shade, 

With prayer, and praise agree, 
And seem by thy sweet bounty made 
For those that follow Thee. 

2 There, if thy spirit touch the soul 

And grace her mean abode, 
O, with what peace, and joy, and love, 
She communes with her God. 

3 There, like the nightingale, she pours 

Her solitary lays, 
Nor asks a witness to her song. 
Nor thirsts for human praise. 

COWPER. 



105 MORNING DEVOTION. 

Tune — ** Come ye Disconsolate,*^ - 
1 Father of mercies, when the day is dawning, 
Then will I pay my vows to thee ; 
Like incense \vafted on the breath of morning 
My heart-felt praise to thee shall be. 

3 Yes — thou art near me sleeping or w^aking, 
Still doth thy love unchanged remaii2> 



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Where'er 1 wander, thy ways forsaking, 
Oh gently lead me back again. 

106 SATURDAY EVENING. 

Tune—*' St. Pauls.'' 

1 Sweet is the last, the parting ray, 

That ushers placid evening in, 
When with the still expiring day, 

The Sabbath's peaceful hours begin : 
How grateful to the anxious breast 

The sacred hours of holy rest ! 

2 Hushed is the tumult of the day. 

And worldly cares and business cease, 
While soft the vesper breezes play, 

To hymn the glad return of peace ! 
Delightful season, kindly given 

To turn the wandering thoughts to heaven. 

3 Oft as this peaceful hour shall come, 

Lord, raise my thoughts from earthly things 
And bear them to my heavenly home, 

On faith and hope's celestial wings — 
Till the last gleam of life decay 

In one eternal Sabbath day. 



lOT A WARNING FROM THE GRAVE. 

Tune—'' Heath." 

1 Beneath our feet and o'er our head 

Is equal warning given : 

» Beneath us lie the countless dead, 

Above us is the heaven ! 

2 Death rides on every passing breeze, 

And lurks in every flower; 
Each season has its own disease, 
Its peril every hour. 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES, 71 

3 Turn, mortal, turn ! — thy dangers know : 
Where'er thy foot can tread 
The earth rings hollow from below, 
And warns thee of her dead ! 

Heber^ 



las GOD OUR SHEPHERD. 

Tune— ''^ Yoakley.''' 

1 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
And feed me with a shepherd's care ; 
His presence shall my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye : 
My noon-day walks he shall attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 

2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
To fertile vales, and dewy meads 
My weary, wandering steps he leads ; 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 

3 Though in the paths of death I tread. 
With gloomy horrors overspread, 
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
For thou, O Lord, art with me still : 
Thy friendly rod shall give me aid. 

And guide me through the dreadful shadev 

4 Though in a bare and rugged way. 
Through devious, lonely wilds 1 stray, 
Thy presence shall my pains beguile : 
The barren wilderness shall smile, 

With sudden greens and herbage crowned, 
And streams shall murmur all around. 

Addison^ 



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109 THE WORLD OF LIGHT. 

Tune—** Laban,'' 

1 Far from these scenes of night 

Unbounded glories rise, 
And realms of infinite delight, 
Unknown to mortal eyes. 

2 There sickness never comes ; 

There grief no more complains ; 
Health triumphs in immortal bloom, 
And purest pleasure reigns. 

3 No strife nor envy there 

The sons of peace molest; 
But harmony and love sincere 
Fill every happy breast. 

4 No cloud those regions know, 

Forever bright and fair ; 
For sin the source of mortal woe, 
Can never enter there. 

5 O may this prospect fire 

Our hearts with ardent love, 
And lively faith and strong desire 
Bear every thought above. Steele. 



110 DELIGHT IN THE WORSHIP OF GOD. 

Tune—** Moreh.'' 

1 We love thy holy temple Lord, 

For there thou deign'st to dwell; 
And there the heralds of thy word 
Of all thy mercies tell. 

2 There, in thy pure and cleansing fount, 

Washed from each guilty stain, 
Our souls on wings of faith shall mount 
To heaven's eternal fane. 



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3 Around thine altar will we kneel 

In penitence sincere, 
A Savior's mercy deeply feel, 
And words of pardon hear ; — 

4 Or, mingling with the choral throng, 

Our joyful voices raise, 
And pour the full, melodious song, 
In notes of grateful praise. 

Pratt's Coll. 

Ill TIME. 

Tvnie:--" Dunfield.** 

1 Time speeds away — away — away ; 
Another hour — another day — 
Another month — another year — 
Drop from us like the leaflets sear ; 
Drop like the life-blood from our hearts : 
The rose-bloom from the cheek departs, 
The tresses from the temples fall. 

The eye grows dim and strange to all. 

2 Time speeds away — away — away ; 
Like torrent in a stormy day, 

He undermines the stately tower, 

Uproots the tree and snaps the flower ; 

And sweeps from our distracted breast 

The friends that loved — the friends that bless'dj 

And leaves us weeping on the shore, 

To which they can return no more. 

3 Time speeds away— away — away ; 
No eagle through the skies of day, 
No wind along the hills can flee 
So swiftly or so smooth as he ; 
Like fiery steed — from stage to stage 
He bears us on — from youth to age ; 
Then plunges in the fearful sea 

Of fathomless eternity. Knox, ^ 



74 SACRED SONG* FOR 

112 MY FATHER^S HOUSE. 

Air — •* Auld Lang Syne.** 

1 There is a place of waveless rest, 

Far, far beyond the skies, 
Where beauty smiles eternally, 

And pleasure never dies ; 
My Father's house, my heavenly home ! 

Where * many mansions ' stand. 
Prepared by hands divine, for all 

Who seek * the better land.* 

2 When toss'd upon the waves of life, 

With fear on every side, — 
When fiercely howls the gathering storm, 

And foams the angry tide ; 
Beyond the storm, beyond the gloom, 

Breaks forth the light of morn, 
Bright beaming from my Father's house. 

To cheer the soul forlorn. 

3 In that pure home of tearless joy, 

Earth's parted friends shall meet, 
With smiles of love that never fade. 

And blessedness complete ; 
There, there adieus are sounds unknown. 

Death frowns not on that scene, 
But life, and glorious beauty, shine, 

Untroubled and serene. 

Robert Turnbull. 



113 PROVIDENCE OF GOD. 

Tune — " Arlington, 
1 God moves in a mysterious way, 
His wonders to perform ; 
He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
And rides upon the storm. 



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2 Deep in unfathomable mines 

Of never-failing skill, 
He treasures up his bright designs, 
And works his sovereign will. 

3 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

But trust him for his grace; 
Behind a frowning providence 
He hides a smiling face. 

4 His purposes will ripen fast. 

Unfolding every hour ; 
The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flower, 

5 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 

And scan his work in vain : 
God is his own interpreter. 
And he will make it plain. Cowfer. 



114 THE SKY LARK. 

Tune—'' Hingkam: 

1 The Sky-lark,wlien the dews of morn 
Hang tremulous on flower and thorn. 
And violets round his nest exhale 
Their fragrance on the early gale, 

To the first sunbeam spreads his wings, 
Buoyant with joy, and soars, and smg^I 

2 He rests not on the leafy spray. 
To warble his exulting lay, 

But high above the morning cloud 
Mounts in triumphant freedom proud. 
And swells, when nearest to the sky, 
His notes of sweetest ectacy. 

3 Thus, my Creator ! thus the more 
My spirit's wing to Thee can soar. 
The more she triumphs to behold 

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76 SACRED SONGS FOR 

Thy love in all thy works unfold, 
And bids her hymns of rapture be 
Most glad, when rising most to Thee. 

Mrs. Hemans. 

115 MEETING OF SCHOOL. 

Air — See Boston S. S. Book p. 87. 

1 To all our loved circle a greeting ! 

Here joyful and true we unite ; 
While here in all harmony meeting, 
The roses of life shall bloom bright. 

2 Yet, springeth the rose bush, Oh ! never ! 

Without the rude thorn on its bough; 
The summer breeze stays not forever, 
For soon will the winter wind blow. 

3 But friendship shall drive away sadness, 

And love fill our bosoms with joy ; 
While singing together in gladness, 
Our happiness none shall destroy. 

116 T ELL ME, WAN;DERER! 

Air — '' Bounding Billows. ,^^ 
1 Tell me, wanderer ! wildly roving 
From the path that leads to peace. 
Pleasure's false enchantments loving — 
When will thy delusion cease ? 

3 Once, like thee, by joys surrounded, 
I too, knelt at pleasure's shrine ; 
Once, too, all my hopes were founded 
In delights as false as thine ! 

3 Then — the moments flew unheeded, 
As the wave that rolls along ; 
Soon as one bright hope succeeded. 
Came another smiling on I 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 1"7 

4 But those cloudless hours that bless'd me, 

Vanish'd as a dream when o'er ; 
And the world that once caress'd me, 
Charm'd me with its smiles no more. 

5 Such is pleasure's transient story !— 

Lasting happiness is known 
Only in the path to glory ! — 
la the Savior's love alone. 



IIT THE END OF AFFLICTION. 

Tune — '« Ephesus.'^ 

1 The gloom of the night adds a charm to the morn , 

Stern winter the spring-time endears, 
And the darker the cloud on which it is drawn, 
The brighter the rainbow appears. 

2 So trials and sorrow the Christian prepare, 

For the rest that remaineth above ; 
On earth tribulation awaits him, but there 
The smile of unchangeable love. 

Ford. 



118 THE WINTER IS OVER. 

Tune — ''Spring.** 

1 The winter is over and gone, 

The thrush whistles sweet on the spray, 
The turtle breathes forth her soft moan, 
The lark mounts and warbles away. 

2 Shall every creature around 

Their voices in concert unite, 
And I, the most favored, be found, 
In praising, to take less delight ? 

3 Awake, then, my harp, and my lute 1 

Sweet organs, your notes softly swell I 

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78 SACRED SONGS FOR 

No longer my lips shall be mute, 
The Savior's high praises to tell ! 

4 His love in my heart shed abroad, 

My graces shall bloom as the spring ; 
This temple, his Spirit's abode, 
My joy, as my duty, to sing. 

HiLWES. 



119 WHENTHEORBOFMORN. 

Tune — ** WMn the rosy morn appearing,'* 

1 When the orb of morn enlightens 

Hill and mountain, mead and dell; 
When the dim horizon brightens, 

And the serried clouds dispel ; 
And the sun-flower eastward bending, 

Its fidelity to prove ; — 
Be thy gratitude ascending 

Unto him whose name is Love. 

2 When the vesper-star is beaming 

In the coronet of even ; 
And the lake and river gleaming 

With the ruddy hues of heaven : 
When a thousand notes are blending 

In the forest and the grove ; — 
Ee thy gratitude ascending 

Unto him whose name is Love» 

3 When the stars appear in millions 

In the portals of the w^est, 
Brightly spangling the pavilions 

Where the blessed are at rest ; 
When the milky-way is glowing 

In the cope of heaven above ; — 
Let thy gratitude be flowing 

Unto him whose name is Love* 

Vedde» 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 79 

120 SPARKLING AND BRIGHT. 

Air — " Sparkling and bright.^' 
2 Sparkling and bright in liquid light, 
Is the water in our glasses ; 
'Twill give you health, 'twill you wealth, 

Ye lads and rosy lasses ! 
O then resign your ruby wine, 

Each smiling son and daughter ; 
There's nothing so good for youthful blood, 
Or sweet, as the sparkling water. 

2 Better than gold is the water cold, 

From the crystal fountain flowing; 
A calm delight both day and night 

To happy homes bestowing. 
O, then resign, &c. 

3 Sorrow has fl^d from the heart that bled 

Of the weeping wife and mother ; 
They've given up the poison'd cup, 

Son, husband, daughter, brother. 
O, then resign, &c. 

Mrs. Dana. 



121 AUTUMN. 

TuNE--'^ Ball' 

1 See the leaves around us falling. 

Dry and withered to the ground ; 
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling. 
In a sad and solemn sound ! — 

2 * Youth, on length of days presuming, 

Who the paths of pleasure tread, 
View us, late in beauty blooming, 
Number'd now among the dead. 

3 * What though yet no losses grieve you,— 

Gay with health and many a grace ; 



80 SACRED SONGS FOR 

Let not cloudless skies deceive you ; 
Summer gives to Autumn place.' 

4 On the tree of iife eternal 

Let our highest hopes be stay'd ! 
This alone, foreVer vernal, 

Bears a leaf tjiat shall not fade. 

HORNE. 



122 PARTING HYMN AT SCHOOL. 

Tune—** Savannah.''^ 

1 Once more to thee, O God of love and power, 

In whom alone all creatures live and move 
We come together, in this parting hour, 

Thine aid to ask — thy soothing grace to prove*. 

2 Soon must we turn our tearful eyes away 

From scenes to faithful mem'ry well endearM 
l^y record fair of many a happy day, 

Of lov'd Companions, and of Guides revered, 

3 Conflicting thoughts, in strong and rapid tide, • 

At once constrain us to rejoice and grieve : 
Hope and regret our struggling hearts divide, — 
The homes we long for, and the friends we leave. 

4 Father ! accept our grateful song of praise, 

For the pure pleasure we have tasted here; 
And shine thou now on our divergent ways, 
Our steps to guide,'our drooping souls to cheer,. 

5 On swift, though soft and silent, pinions borne, 

The fair and fragrant morn of life departs ; 
Nor shall its brilliant visions e'er return, 
To soothe the pain of disappointed hearts ! 

6 Yet there's one hope, shall never, fail : — 

One spring of comfort that shall never dry ! 
That hope is anchor'd fast '* within the vail ; — 
That spring is flowing from the throne on high^ 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 81 

7 Oh ! be that heav'nly^hope, that comfort, ours ! 

Here at thy footstool as we humbly bend, 
We yield our souls with all their deathless powers 
And choose thee as our Guardian & our Friend* 

S Through all the untried scenes of future years, 
Aid us this high and solemn vow to pay ; 
Till, far beyond this shadowy vale of tears, 
We meet, to " live and love" in endless day I 



123 OUR FATHER IN HEAVEN. 

Air — " AdesteJideieSi^^ 

1 Our Father in heaven, 

We hallow thy name ! 
May thy kingdom holy 

On earth be the same ! 
O give to us daily 

Our portion of bread ; 
It is from thy bounty 

That all must be fed. 

2 Forgive our transgressions, 

And teach us to know 
That humble compassion 

Which pardons each foe : 
Keep us from temptation, 

From weakness and sin, 
And thine be the glory 

Forever — Amen. 

^ Mrs. S. J. Halej* 



124 I WILL BE GLAD IN THE LORD. 

Tune—'* Howard.'' 
1 When morning's first and hallowed ray 
Breaks with its trembling light, 
To chase the pearly dews away, 
Bright tear-drops of the night,—- 



82 SACRED SONGS FOR 

S My heart, O Lord, forgets to rove, 
But rises gladly free, 
On wings of everlasting love, 
And finds its home in Thee. 

3 When evening's silent shades descend, 

And nature sinks to rest, 
Still to my Father and my Friend 
My wishes are addressed. 

4 Though tears may dim m.y hours of joy, 

And bid my pleasures flee. 
Thou reign'st where grief cannot annoy, 
1 will be glad in Thee. 



125 LANG SYNE AT SCHOOL. 

Air—'* Auld Lang Syne,'" 

1 Shall school acquaintance be forgot, 
And never brought to mind ? 

Shall school acquaintance be forgot, 
And days of lang syne ? 

For auld lang syne at school, 

For auld lang syne. 
We'll have a thought of kindness yet, 
For auld lang syne. 

2 We oft have run about the fields. 
And culled the flowers so fine ; 

We'll ne'er forget these hours, when they 
Are auld lang syne. 

For auld lang syne, &c. 

3 We oft have cheered each other's task, 
From morn till day's decline, ^ 
But memory's night shall never rest 

On auld lang syne. 

^f or auld lang syne, &c. 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 83 

Then take the hand that now is warm, 
Within a hand of thine ; 
No distant day shall lose the grasp 
Of auld lang syne. 

For auld lang syne, &c. 



12G CANADIAN BOAT SONG. 

Tune — ^^ Canadian Boat Song.'*^ 

1 Faintly as tolls the evening chime, 

Our voices keep tune and oars keep time, 
Soon as the woods on shore look dim, 
We'll cheerfully sing our parting hymn ; 
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, 
The rapids are near and the daylight's past. 

2 Why should we yet our sails unfurl ? 
There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ; 
But when the wind blows of the shore. 

Oh, sweetly, we'll rest our weary oar. 

Blow, breezes, blow ,&c. 

3 Utawas tide ! this trembling moon 
Shall see us float o'er thy surges soon; 
Father in Heaven, hear our prayer, 
Grant us cool winds and favoring air ! 

Blow, breezes, blow, &c. 

MeoRE. 

12T THOSE EVENING BELLS. 

Tune — See Kingsley's S. Choir vol. IT. p. 20. 

1 Those evening bells — those evening bells — 
How many a tale their music tells 

Of youth, and home, and native clime, 
. When I last heard their soothing chime. 

2 Those pleasant hours have passed away, 
And many a heart, that then was gay, 



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Within the tomb now darkly dwells, 
And hears no more those evening bells. 

And so 'twill be when 1 am gone : 
That tuneful peal will still ring on, 
When other bards shall walk those delis, 
And sing your praise, sweet evening bells ! 

Moore. 



138 HARK, THE VESPER HYMN IS STEALING. 

Air — " Vesper Hymn,^* 
J Hauk, the vesper hymn is stealing 
O'er the waters, soft and clear — 
Nearer yet, and nearer pealing, 
Now it bursts upon the ear. 
Jubilate, Jubilate — xAmen. 
Farther now, now farther stealing, 

Soft it fades upon the ear. 
Farther now, &c. 

2 Now, like moonlight waves retreating 
To the shore, it dies along; 
Now like angry surges meeting. 
Breaks the mingled tide of song. 
Jubilate, Jubilate, — Amen. 
Hark again, like waves retreating 
To the shore it dies along. 
Hark again, &c. 

Moore, 

129 THERAINBOW. 

Tune—" Trust in Heaven,''^ 
1 My soul were dark 

But for the golden light and rainbow hue 
That, sweeping heaven with their triumphal 
arc, 

Break on the view. 



SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 85 

2 Enough to feel 

That God indeed is good ! enough to know 
Without the gloomy clouds he could reveal 
No beauteous bow. 

W. Croswell. 

130 SAVE ! LORD, OR WE PERISH ! 

Tune— '« Scotland.'* 

1 When through the torn sail the wild tempest is 

streaming, 
When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is 

gleaming, 
Nor hope lends a ray, the poor seaman to cheriih, 
We fly to our Maker; " Save, Lord ! or we per- 
ish." 

2 O Jesus ! once rocked on the breast of the bil- 

low, 
Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pil- 
low; 
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, 
Who cries in his anguish, " Save, Lord, or we 
perish." 

3 And, O ! when the whirlwind of passionals raging 
When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is waging, 
Then send down thy grace, thy redeemed to 

cherish ; 
Rebuke the destroyer: "Save, Lord, or we per- 
ish." 

HSBSR. 



131 PEACE! TROUBLED SOUL. 

Tune—** Palestine,'' 
1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan 
Hath taught these rocks the notes of wo ; 
Cease thy complaint — suppress thy groan, 
And let thy tears forget to flow ; 



S6 SONGS FOR SCHOOLS AND ACADEMIES. 

Behold the precious balm is found, 
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound. 

2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed, 
Unburthen here thy weighty load ; 

Here find thy refuge and thy rest. 
And trust the mercy of thy God ; 

He is thy Savior — glorious word ! 

Forever love and praise the Lord. 



133 DISMISSION. 

Tune — '* Sicilian Hymn, 
Lord ! dismiss us with thy blessing, 

Hope and comfort from above ; 
Let us each, thy peace possessing. 

Triumph in redeeming love. 
Thanks we give and adoration. 

For thy gospel's joyful sound ; 
May the fruits of thy salvation 

In our hearts and lives abound. 



133 DOXOLOGY. 

Tune—" Old Hundred.'' 

1 From all that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise ; 

Let the Redeemer's name be sung. 
Through every land, by every tongue. 

2 Eternal are thy mercies Lord ; 
Eternal truths attend thy word ; 

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
Till suns shall rise, and set no more. 

Watts. 



INDEX OF FIRST LINE. 



Hymn» 

A little word in kindness spoken, 13 
Along the banks where Babel's current flows, 7 

Arrayed in clouds of golden light, 47 

Awake, my soul and with the sun, 65 

As every day thy presence spares, 91 

Begin, my soul, the exalted lay, 8 

Bright was the guiding star that led, 68 

Blest are the pure in heart, 81 

Behold the western evening light, 20 

Brightest and best of the sons of the 21 

By cool Siloam's shady rill, 36 

Before the rosy dawn of day, 40 

Be thou, O God ! by night, by day, 95 

Beneath our feet and o'er our head, 107 

But for the golden light and rainbow hue, 129 

Come ye disconsolate, where'er you languish, 23 

Come to the sunset tree, 83 

Child, amidst the flowers at play, 99 

Ere falls the stealing step of dawn, 102 

Father of mercies, when the day is 105 

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss, 37 

Father ! thy paternal care, 1 

Far from these scenes of night, J09 

Far from mortal cares retreating, 26 

Far, far o'er hill and dell, 57 

From Greenland's icy mountains, 80 

Faintly as tolls the evening chime, 126 

From all that dwell below the skies, 133 



INDEX OF FIRST LINE. 



Gently glides the stream of life, 25 

Gently Lord, oh |?ently lead us, 75 

God that madest earth and heaven, 94 

God moves in a mysterious way, 113 

God bless our native land, 54 
Go when the morning shineth, - 44 

Happy the meek, whose gentle breast 49 

Hark ! what mean those holy voices, 101 

Hark, the vesper hynm is stealing, 128 

How blest the sacred tie that hinds, 53 

How sweet to be allowed to pray, 64 

How sweet, how heavenly is the sight, 77 

How vain is all beneath the skies ! 88 

How cheering the thought that the spirits 31 

How dear to my heart are the scenes 17 

How. fine has the day been, how bright 14 

In sleep's serene oblivion laid, , 29 

If solid happiness we prize, 45 

1 would not live alway, 58 

I love to steal awhile away, 62 

Jesus, lover of my soul, 103 

Like a dream when one awaketh, 34 

Lo ! the heavens are breaking, 18 

Lo ! the blithsome lark is soaring 70 

Lord, lead my heart to learn, 93 

Let us love one another, 96 

Let us with a joyful mind, 97 

Lord ! dismiss us with thy blessing, 132 

My country ! 'tis of thee, 30 

O, joy to thee, joy to thee, daughter 41 

O thou, whose power o'er moving worlds 59 

O, Pilot 'tis a fearful night, 87 

Oh ! how brightly, how brightly, 92 

On thy fair bosom, silver lake, 5 

Oh ! blest art thou, whose steps may rove, 11 



INDEX OF FlRST LINE. 



Once more to thee, O God of love, 122 

Our Father in heaven, 123 

Praise the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him, 6 
Peace, troubled soul, Vvhose plaintive moan, 131 

Sister thou wast mild and lovely, 33 

Soft, soft, music is stealing, 38 

Softly now the light of day, 39 

See how, beneath the moon-beam's smile, 50 

So fades the lovely blooming flower, 52 

Sleep forsake us I may the soul 55 

Soon may the last glad song arise, 56 

Softly beam the clews of morning, 79 

See the gleams of daylight swim 78 

Softly beam the dews of morning, 79 

Safely through another week, 84 

Sweet is the scene when virtue dies ! 98 

Sweet is the last, the parting ray, 106 

Sweet day, so cool, so calm so bright, 15 

Sparkling and bright in liquid light, 120 

See the leaves around us falling, 121 

Shall school acquaintance be forgot, 125 

Suppliant, lo ! thy children bend, 2 

There is a pure, a peaceful wave, 22 

The bird let loose in eastern skies, 24 

There's nothing bright above, below, 28 

The sunset is calm on the face of the deep, 32 

Time is winging us away, 46 

There is an hour of hallowed peace, 48 

Traveller ! dost thou hear the tidings 60 

The humblest flower that decks the vale, 63 

The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I 9 

The gifts indulgent heaven bestows, 10 

There seems a voice in every gale, 12 

The pity of the Lord, " ^^7 

The mellow eve is gliding, 69 

There is a mild and tranquil light, 71 



INDEX OF FIRST LINE. 



The rose that blooms in Sharon's vale, 73 

The spacious firmament on high, 100 

The calm retreat, the silei\t shade, 104 

The Lord my pasture shall prepare, 108 

Time speeds away — away— away, 111 

Thou sweet gliding Cedron,by thy silver 74 
The Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding, 76 

There is an hour of peaceful rest, 82 

There is not in the wide world a valley 85 
The scene was more beautiful far to my eye, 90 

There is a place of waveless rest, 112 

The sky-lark, when the dews of morn, 114 

To all our loved circle a greeting, 115 

Tell me, w^anderer, wildly roving, 116 

The gloom of the night adds a charm, 117 

The winter is over and gone, 118 

Those evening bells — those evening bells, 127 

Vale of the Cross, the Shepherds tell, 61 

When twilight's gray and pensive hour, 19 

When through the torn sail, 130 

When morning's first and hallowed ray, 124 

When the orb of morn enlightens, 119 

Watchman 1 tell us of the night, 16 

While nature welcomes in the day, 3 

When shall we all meet again ? 27 

When marshalled on the nightly plain, 35 

When the vale of death appears, 42 

While with ceaseless course, the sun, 43 

While thee I seek, protecting power, 72 

When I can read my title clear, 86 

When shall we meet again ? 89 

We love thy holy temple Lord, 110 

Ye tribes of Adam join, 4 

Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim, 51 



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